|THE GYPSY WAY
a silent movie scenario
by Michael A. Charles
FADE IN ON:
INTERTITLE:Violet turns to her right and looks at the alarm clock. It's five-thirty.
She turns to her left. The camera pulls back to reveal her husband VIC snoring beside her.
INTERTITLE:We pan from Vic back to Violet. She sighs and gets up.
The camera follows her around their house, a small, shabby, but spotlessly clean single-room cabin, as Violet begins her morning chores:
1. She puts on the coffee.
2. She packs her husband's lunchbox.
3. She lays out his work clothes on a chair in the bathroom.
4. She lays out his shaving utensils neatly beside the sink.
5. She gets out the eggs and slices the ham for breakfast.
6. She places his shoes, laces untied, beside the kitchen chair.
Finally she sits down at the table, her hands in her lap, to wait for him to wake up.
Vic wakes up and drags himself out of bed.
He walks past Violet without looking at her. He heads into the bathroom and slams the door behind him. Violet rises and begins to cook breakfast.
He wiggles his bare toe, an outraged expression on his face.
INTERTITLE:She picks up the sock and discovers the hole. She lowers her head, ashamed.
Vic shakes his head in disgust and sits down at the kitchen table to await breakfast. He pulls a small pocketknife from his trouser pocket and unfolds it. He uses the knife to clean under his nails.
Violet gingerly places a half grapefruit in front of him.
Vic stares at the grapefruit. Without looking up, he says:
INTERTITLE:Violet cautiously replies:
INTERTITLE:Vic sweeps the grapefruit and bowl onto the floor. He gives Violet a long, hard look.
She looks back, trembling.
He holds up his wrist and taps his watch with the pocketknife.
Violet's shoulders slump and she reaches into the freezer for a bag of perogies.
His hand on the doorknob, he takes a long look around the cabin. It's spotless except for the grapefruit on the floor. He says:
INTERTITLE:Vic throws open the door.
There's someone there.
It's a GYPSY, dressed in leather boots and dusty trousers, with a long, flowing moustache. He's carrying a travelling bag on the end of a stick. His hand is poised to knock.
Vic and Violet step back, surprised.
INTERTITLE:The Gypsy bows low and says:
INTERTITLE:Vic shouts at him:
INTERTITLE:The Gypsy looks back at Vic, his moustache twitching. He glances at Violet.
She stares back, somewhat overawed by his romantic appearance.
He raises an eyebrow at her.
She lowers her eyes apologetically.
With a dignified bow, the Gypsy turns and heads back up the path.
Shaking his head, Vic says:
INTERTITLE:With one last hard look at Violet, Vic climbs on his bicycle and sets off for work. The camera lingers on Violet's thoughtful face.
The Gypsy pauses, shakes his head, and keeps walking.
INTERTITLE:The Gypsy stops and turns around. It's Violet, holding an apple. She gives him a shy smile.
She's fiddling with her wedding ring.
The Gypsy is shirtless, chopping wood. His chest glistens with sweat.
Violet watches him, biting her lip.
She lets the door close behind her.
The Gypsy hears the door and looks up. He stops working and gives her a broad smile.
Violet approaches the Gypsy, holding out the tray apologetically.
INTERTITLE:Violet looks around for a flat surface to lay down the tray. The Gypsy notices and sweeps the firewood off the chopping block. She lays the tray down.
As she stands up, she finds that she's standing inches away from the bare-chested Gypsy. She averts her eyes from his gleaming torso, then glances up into his face. They look at each other.
After a few moments, the Gypsy chuckles at her shyness. She smiles back at him, then kneels to prepare breakfast, as he steps away to retrieve his shirt, which is hanging on a nearby branch.
Violet pours the cereal into a bowl, glancing up at the Gypsy.
He's using a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his brow. His muscles are flexing.
Violet is watching so intently that she doesn't realise the cereal bowl is overflowing. She stops and hastily scoops the excess cereal back into the box. She glances at the Gypsy to make sure he hasn't noticed her clumsiness.
He's elaborately smoothing his long moustache.
Violet pours the cereal into the other bowl.
The Gypsy, still grooming his moustache, glances over and admires the curve of her buttocks as she bends over the chopping block. He arches an eyebrow.
Violet notices the Gypsy noticing her. She reaches for the unopened carton of milk and attempts to open the spout. But she fumbles and the carton refuses to open.
Flustered, she tries to tear open the carton using her fingernails, but it doesn't yield.
Suddenly the Gypsy is behind her. His chest is pressed against her back, he's breathing on her neck, and his hands are slowly gliding from her shoulders down her bare arms.
He removes her hands from the milk carton. He breathes into her ear:
INTERTITLE:Violet and the Gypsy stand upright, and she turns to face him.
He reaches very slowly into the front pocket of his trousers. There's a large bulge in his pocket.
Violet's eyes open wider. She makes eye contact with the Gypsy. He cocks an eyebrow at her.
He pulls a large pocketknife out of his pocket. It's twice as large as Vic's.
Violet gasps when she sees it.
The Gypsy holds it up and says:
INTERTITLE:Violet replies demurely:
INTERTITLE:The Gypsy laughs. He extends the pocketknife for her to touch.
Very shyly she reaches out and touches the knife.
The Gypsy closes his eyes, his moustache twitching.
With Violet's hand still touching the handle, the Gypsy unfolds the pocketknife.
The knife is now fully extended. Violet covers her mouth with her hands.
The Gypsy says:
INTERTITLE:Her eyes fixed on his, Violet slowly kneels before him. With his free hand the Gypsy gently pries open her mouth.
Violet leans her head back, her mouth open, and closes her eyes.
The Gypsy picks up the milk carton from the chopping block. Standing over her, he plunges the knife into the side of the milk carton. Milk sprays out.
Violet moans as the milk sprays all over her face. She opens her mouth wide to catch as much as she can.
The Gypsy twists the knife so the milk pours out even faster. It pours all over Violet's face and chest. She rubs the milk into her face and into her breasts.
Laughing, the Gypsy turns the milk carton so it sprays on him. He holds out the front of his trousers and pours the milk into his crotch.
As the flow of milk slows, the Gypsy tosses the carton aside. He pulls Violet to her feet and cocks his head toward the door of the cabin.
Violet's face is lit up with erotic longing. But suddenly she pulls away. She lowers her eyes and holds up the finger with her wedding ring.
The Gypsy seizes her by the hand and pulls her to him. With his face close to hers, he says:
INTERTITLE:He kisses her forcefully. She resists for a moment, then gives in.
Her hands are wrapped around his neck. She twists the ring on her finger as she kisses him, then she pulls the ring off.
She breaks off the kiss and looks into his eyes, a broad sexy smile on her face. Then she pops the wedding ring between her teeth and flicks it suggestively with her tongue. She lets the ring fall into her mouth, swirls it around, and swallows it.
The Gypsy's moustache twitches and he gives a huge gulp.
She leads him into the cabin.
The camera pans down to the milk carton lying on the ground, milk still trickling from the hole.
1. Violet and the Gypsy making love in the bed.
2. Still in bed, but now Violet is on top.
3. On the kitchen table.
4. In the shower, standing up.
5. The camera pans along the kitchen counter. This morning's unwashed dishes are shaking rhythmically. We pan along the row of cabinets. One of the cabinet doors is hanging open, and inside we can see two pairs of bare feet tangled up.
6. The clock now reads 11:30.
7. On the kitchen floor. The Gypsy holds up a stick of butter and leers at Violet. She leers back, her eyes twinkling.
8. On the bed. The Gypsy is caressing her feet and rubbing butter between her toes. He sucks her toes.
9. On the floor next to the bed, wrapped in sheets. His hand is moving between her thighs as he reads aloud from Henry Miller's "Tropic of Cancer".
10. On the floor again, in a slightly different position. Her hand is pumping between his thighs as she reads aloud from "Life Is Too Short: The Memoirs of Mickey Rooney".
11. Still on the floor, with Violet on her hands and knees and the Gypsy taking her from behind.
12. In the shower again. They're standing side by side, scrubbing themselves, looking off in different directions. She glances at him then looks away. He glances at her.
13. A few seconds later. The shower is still running but there's no-one there. Then we pan down and we see they're doing it on the floor of the tub.
14. The clock now reads 2:00.
15. Back in bed together. He tells her to close her eyes. He reaches off-frame and grabs something. He holds it in front of her face. She opens her eyes. It's a gerbil. Using gestures he describes some complicated and disgusting sexual act involving the gerbil. She shakes her head.
16. In the kitchen. The Gypsy is seated in a chair. Violet is bent over the Gypsy's knee, receiving a spanking.
17. Back in bed. The Gypsy is over Violet's knee, receiving a spanking.
18. As at the beginning, Violet and the Gypsy are in bed together, making love. As the Gypsy gets nearer and nearer to climax, we pan across to the clock, which now reads 4:30.
The Gypsy's moans of pleasure get louder and louder, until we...
Violet is in bed, alone, wrapped up in a blanket. She gives him a sheepish wave.
Vic looks around the cabin. Now we see the aftermath of Violet and the Gypsy's lovemaking session.
Kitchen chairs are overturned and there are heaps of dishes on the floor.
There are wiry hairs sticking out of the remnants of a stick of butter on the kitchen table.
There's a gerbil nibbling on the floor beside an empty can of whipped cream.
Vic picks his way toward the bed. There are damp towels and little piles of Violet's clothing all over the floor.
Violet stands and reaches out, pleading with him:
INTERTITLE:But Vic just pushes her back onto the bed. He storms around the cabin, looking into closets, under the bed, anywhere somebody might be hiding.
Violet appears in the bathroom doorway and covers her mouth with her hands.
Vic looks from Violet to the Gypsy. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his pocketknife.
The Gypsy glances at Vic's knife and gives a contemptuous laugh. Then he reaches behind him and pulls his own, much larger pocketknife out of the waistband of his undershorts.
Vic and the Gypsy size up each other's knives. Then they lunge.
They roll around on the floor, then separate and circle warily, making little feints with their knives.
Violet is still lurking nearby, her mouth still covered by her hands. Vic and the Gypsy eye each other, looking for an opening. They continue to circle.
Suddenly, the Gypsy's foot comes down on Vic's abandoned grapefruit from this morning. He loses his footing and falls.
His hand strikes the edge of the kitchen table and the knife flies out of his hand.
Seizing his opportunity, Vic leaps on the Gypsy and stabs him in the chest.
Violet screams out: Nooo!!
With a sadistic grimace, Vic twists the knife into the Gypsy's chest. The Gypsy contorts in agony.
Violet can't bear to look. She covers her eyes. Then, with a fiery expression, she looks down at Vic.
He's still twisting the knife and cackling insanely. Suddenly Vic gives a lurch. As he turns his body, we see Violet standing over him, and the Gypsy's abandoned knife sticking out of his back.
Vic falls on his side next to the Gypsy and they both lie there writhing together.
Violet stands over them. Vic looks up at her hatefully. He tries to lunge at her, but before he can reach her, he dies with a shudder.
The Gypsy is still clinging to life. He gives Violet a dashing smile.
She kneels over him, tears in her eyes. They gaze at each other lovingly.
The Gypsy makes a pumping movement with his fist: time for one quick handjob before I die? Violet shakes her head sadly.
With a shrug, and a final wistful smile, the Gypsy dies.
Violet slowly stands and surveys the wreckage of her cabin.
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN ON:
The two bodies are still where they fell in the middle of the floor. They're covered up with a bloodstained sheet.
Her work complete, Violet stands over the bodies, a pair of scissors in her hand. She kneels and pulls the sheet away from the bodies.
We're looking up at Violet from the bodies' POV as she kneels over us and uses the scissors to snip something off-frame.
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN ON:
She's even wearing his moustache.
She closes the door behind her, looks around, and with a jaunty smile, tucks the Gypsy's pocketknife into her trousers. She sets off down the path.
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